Sticks, Stones, heartbeats and old phone ring tones. It's like a man who can never be alone just let her voice just be the tone. I'll be Adam you be my bone just one David and a stone not Rosetta not flinstone just an ice cream without the cone ....melted my thoughts are like wind chills You felt it so warm straight out the oven you smelt it don't take too much in, burp you belched it....was it too much for you to eat. like in my mind you didn't care like a monster who didn't scare like a scar that didn't tear fuck it new day what the hell am I gone wear.
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"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoetryIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
